Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.